The voices are screaming,
as I listen, I realize,
they seem to be winning.
Each day they grow stronger,
they are ripping me apart,
I can't hold on much longer.
Death would mean naut,
compared to the pain,
that this evil has wrought.
I'm slipping away,
the world dims,
and as I am called I must obey.
As I prepare to give in,
I say one last prayer,
Lord, let me in, I have committed no sin.
A contest entry
- I Should Have Won PW Bests by InMyFlames.
430 points, ended January 23, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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"Death would mean naut,
compared to the pain,
that this evil has wrought." a great strong paragraph gabs, i would recognise your writing anywhere, o and your profile pic, thanks for entering my contest -
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